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May 29, 2020
“It Would Be Easier to Just Be Hopeless,” “For the Rest of Your Life,” and “Take Advantage of Lost Souls”
it would be easier to just be hopeless searching for love in the middle of a pandemic it figures the woman of my dreams would be on the other side of…
May 29, 2020
The Islands Tell of It, Chapter 28: Is it Business as Usual?
Sergeant Gable threw a stack of cases at Luther and I. Again, this community was plagued by growing meth labs. We went through a particular report on…
May 28, 2020
“To Folsom Prison, with Love” and “I No Longer Do Adore Her”
to Folsom Prison, with Love Enough with your cherry dice heart shaped ice cubes, 66’ cadillac, dita von teese’s couch Enough with the smiths…
May 28, 2020
Tales of Brave Ulysses
I. I saw her standing there near the front of the crowd, below the stage, behind the barricade. She had gold piercings through her nose, above her…
May 27, 2020
The Pilgrim’s Digress: Chapter 7
The flames roared as Amos rushed of the vehicle and ran toward the large conflagration. The intense heat seared his scarred face as he attempted to…
May 26, 2020
“Well, We Were Sitting in the Car Dreaming of Those Hot Doughnuts,” “She Threw Your Stuff in the Bin Next to Mine,” and “I Saw Him Sniffing Glue Late One Afternoon in Highbury”
Well, We Were Sitting in the Car Dreaming of Those Hot Doughnuts Well into my teens---although it may have been earlier---was probably the first time…
May 26, 2020
Midnight Garage Sale
I. Victor held his breath as he got near her frail body. He slammed an old dirty sock in his mother’s mouth, tired of all the screaming and violent…
May 25, 2020
Terror House Radio, Episode #20: Universal Basic Heroin
On this episode of Terror House Radio, Matt Forney and Bryden Proctor go solo to talk about nicotine addiction, the end of Ramadan, and the horrors…
May 25, 2020
Milites Noctes, Part 4
XIII. The climb burned the last of their gas. Hand over hand. Boots catching on rungs. Maintaining a precarious balance. 60 pounds of gear on their…
May 24, 2020
Hallowed Be Thy Name
Hal Lowed appreciated his parents' warped sense of humor. When he was four years old, he realized the Lord’s Prayer said his name. Once this fact…